Today is the last day of January, if you hadn’t already noticed. I am already feeling brighter.
January is my recovery/hibernation/general ‘bleah’ month. Farewell January – please don’t come again until next year.
At the beginning of this year I decided not to think ‘new year’ thoughts until the beginning of March. Things feel far more doable when spring arrives.
And it is coming – STOP PRESS – the last two days I’ve been able to hang washing out on the line, and it has actually dried instead of getting chilly as well as wet (I find this absurdly exciting). The snowdrops have broken through the crusty earth in the garden.
Spring – even the merest hint of it – brings a sense of potential.
Take a deep breath – can you feel it? Hope, sneaking through the cape of winter and tickling you with thoughts of spring.